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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Lament to Chronos

"Turning To Spring" Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison
They say time heals
but these days
they creep by so slowly
and the nights
the nights are torturous
I am a tourist
in my own life
a visitor
in the museum of my mind
I'm bleeding
I'm dying
and the minutes tick by
Time doesn't care.

submitted for The Mag, Mag 109

10 comments:

Helen said...

'I am a tourist in my own life' ... what a great line. I enjoyed this!

Brian Miller said...

I am a tourist
in my own life


that completely sucks...and i have been there...ugh...

Bryan M. White said...

"I am a tourist
in my own life."

I know the feeling.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Ooh, I like this one. "I am a tourist in my own life".

S.E.Ingraham said...

I love the feel of this ... especially how "time doesn't care" - fits well with the pic also

http://nsaynne.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/the-rip/

Sreeja said...

I am a tourist............
.........that four line is soo good.

Sreeja said...

I am a tourist............
.........that four line is soo good.

darev2005 said...

The minutes tick by and more strange and wonderful things come forth. Especially from your mind.

Time doesn't care, but we do.

Tumblewords: said...

Superb! I love this and can so relate to it...

ds said...

Ouch. "i am a tourist/in my own life" I know how that feels... Powerful stuff here. Thank you.